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Dyan Clarke Jun 2020
Every night my body tires,
A good night’s sleep my one desire.
Still, restful sleep evades me,
Once more I take a knee.
To God I pray for the pain to subside,
For my tolerance to rise.
Again, a smile I wear on my face
For the pain, I show no trace.
Every day my hair covers the drain,
Every day there’s more pain.
Every day there’s more pain.
Every. Day. There’s. Pain.
Every day I read God’s Word.
His meaning to absorb.
Every day my prayers, I say.
Every day I pray.
Every. Day. I. Pray.
Every day, simple tasks confound,
Every day, words are hard found.
Every day, with pain on the increase,
I dig to find the beast.
God has instilled in me.
As I spend time with Him.
I take a knee.
These words not meant to complain,
Merely shared to explain.
As God’s Child.
I am beguiled.
Every day I strive to be more like Him.
My success, I fear, is slim.
Once again I pray.
Every day I pray.
Every. Day. I. Pray.
The pain in my head
Makes understanding hard what is read.
Every day the pain surrounds.
Every day pain brings my body down.
I pray.
Every day I pray.
Every. Day. I. Pray.

I feel the power up and down and throughout every limb,
As I pray to Him.
Won’t you please pray for me?
‘Cuz, you see, every day I pray for thee.
As you pray for me.
I pray for thee.
I. Pray. For. Thee.
I. Pray. For. Thee.
Dyan Clarke Jun 2020
How can this be real
It must be some kind of hoax, I feel
I don’t know anyone affected
For a pandemic it’s not what I expected
If it’s that bad shouldn’t I know someone in peril
Who knew going through this would test our mettle

Soon after, the stay-at-home order came
Since, nothing has been the same
Hopefully for not too long
My desire to get back-to-normal is strong
A week or two, what’s the distress
We will do our best
Spring cleaning, family time, honey-dos
Keep busy, stave off the blues
Days became weeks and then months
Weren’t we free to come and go, once
Notes by mail, driveway chats, phone calls
Trying to say connected, tried them all

Still I sit alone in my house
Praying for word from my spouse
Or someone else who can’t sleep
Yet here I sit not hearing a peep
Why don’t you call or come by to see
I miss you terribly, don’t you miss me
My mind runs amok
Filled with stupid junk
Did you see I called, can’t you tell I need to talk
Am I too much trouble, did you balk
Further away I feel us all part
All the while it’s breaking my heart
But then my phone rings
Or messenger will ding
Oh, what happiness it brings
Oh, how it makes my heart sing
It’s just a video, pass it on to 10 more
All of which I ignore
For those few seconds there’s a spark
That there’ll be someone to pull me from the dark

Once again, I find myself alone
This sadness is not how I’m usually prone
There’s too much drama, too many tears
You’ve run off your family and friends are my fears
Get ahold of yourself, go do
Keep busy, stop feeling blue
With this virus nothing is normal or real
And until normal returns I struggle with how I feel.
So many things have been taken away
I want to collect those that I love and bring them home to stay
For there I’ll know all is fine
And I can finally stop going out of my mind

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